It is not a matter of a day or two for Su Jing to get a yellow card for a live broadcast. Being banned from the live broadcast room for cursing is considered his traditional art.
The platform side will not make it difficult for the traffic, and after a few verbal warnings and a symbolic fine, they let him out.
Su Jing, who came out of the small black room, is another good guy. He nonchalantly posted an arrogant Weibo apology, roughly meaning "Although I apologized, but what I scolded was an idiot"... and decided to show it in the next few live broadcasts. Last season, Ji Sheng made Ji Sheng a short-term regular guest in the live broadcast room.
The effect of Ji Sheng's program is mediocre, but Yan Hao's business ability is strong, and the popularity is also high recently. Su Jing did not intend to terminate the cooperation, and the live broadcast platform also pushed forward, and signed several cooperation contracts with Jisheng Company.
Although Su Jing has a straight temper and a poisonous mouth, he actually has a good personality and takes good care of "Ji Hui". Ji Sheng knew his style, and spoke according to his temper, and the live broadcast cooperation between the two was surprisingly harmonious. After stepping off the camera, he can still chat for a few words, unlike the awkward and alienated silence at the beginning.
One day, after the live broadcast ended, Ji Sheng was taking off his makeup in the background, when Su Jing came over, pulled aside the chair beside him and sat down. He glanced at Ji Sheng casually, but unexpectedly his neck attracted his attention: "What's wrong with your neck?"
"..."
Ji Sheng looked down, the dressing room was a bit stuffy, so he took off his coat, revealing the short sleeves with a loose neckline inside. The round neck was loose and moved down, and the dark red scar on the neck was an eyesore in contrast to the fair skin.
Unhealed tooth marks.
Su Jing understood: "Xie Xuanming made it."
He leaned over, opened the neckline slightly, and saw the deep tooth marks, frowned: "This is going to leave a scar, it's hard enough."
Standing up, he commented: "What a lunatic."
Ji Sheng pulled up his neckline: "Senior is actually kind to me."
Su Jing sneered: "That guy is like this, when he is nice to you, he is really nice, but after turning his face, he really doesn't recognize anyone."
He changed the topic: "Have you heard of Sheng Kongzhi, a very popular star in the past two years."
"I've heard of some."
"You don't know what Xie Xuanming did to him. He also robbed him of endorsements and roles. Even in various evening parties, he directly forced the organizer to keep only one..." Su Jing sneered, "Of course Sheng Kongzhi is not a good thing, A dog bites a dog."
It's not the first time Ji Sheng has heard of this, Xie Xuanming's targeting of Sheng Kongzhi has been mentioned many times in the radio.
Ji Sheng raised his eyes and looked at Su Jing Pingping: "Why did Brother Su tell me this?"
Su Jing paused, and looked away: "It's nothing, you are a bit like a friend of mine... I just remind you not to be naive, you can't get out of the mire... It can be regarded as accumulating some virtues for that guy."
Ji Sheng was silent for a while, then smiled at Su Jing: "Thank you Brother Su, I won't."
The conversation with Su Jing allowed Ji Sheng to confirm the fact that Xie Xuanming really had a grudge with Sheng Kongzhi.
Although he had heard it many times before, Ji Sheng always suspected that it was a smoke bomb released by Xie Xuanming for publicity. After all, there are not a few people in the entertainment industry who do anything for the sake of popularity, and Ji Sheng knows that there is no such widespread enmity between Xie Xuanming and Sheng Kongzhi as "fighting for lovers". When you go to war like this.
But now it seems that Xie Xuanming is crazier than he thought.
Ji Sheng breathed a sigh of relief. He didn't quite understand why Xie Xuanming and Sheng Kongzhi had such a life-and-death relationship with Sheng Kongzhi, but he vaguely guessed that his death was related to Sheng Kongzhi and the forces behind Sheng Kongzhi...
Now Xie Xuanming and Sheng Kongzhi are in opposing camps...
Ji Sheng thought,
Knowing this is enough.
An enemy of an enemy is a friend.
Belonging to the forces that can unite.
Ji Sheng secretly thought that if he had a good relationship with Xie Xuanming, the investigation of the cause of death would be much smoother in the future.
Then how can we have a good relationship with Xie Xuanming
Ji Sheng was lost in thought.
Xie Xuanming, it seems that the quality of sleep is not very good...
Thinking of this, a flash of light flashed in Ji Sheng's mind. He immediately stopped the driver and reported a place name: "I'm sorry that something happened suddenly, please go here instead, thank you."
That night, Ji Sheng returned to the villa two hours late. When he entered, Xie Xuanming had already washed up and was about to fall asleep.
Xie Xuanming was sitting on the bed reading the script, with a small light on beside the bed. His posture as if waiting for someone made Ji Sheng more sure of his judgment, and also more confident in the next show.
After Ji Sheng washed up, he sat down on the sofa with his mobile phone in his hand, leaned forward, and rarely took the initiative to start a conversation: "Senior, do you have some sleep problems?"
Xie Xuanming said coldly, "It has nothing to do with you."
"You asked me to stay in bed because you couldn't sleep."
Xie Xuanming frowned slightly, and looked up at him: "Who told you what?"
"No one." Ji Sheng said, "I think so."
Before Xie Xuanming got angry, Ji Sheng said, "Have you ever tried listening to a lullaby to fall asleep?"
"Lullabies." Xie Xuanming sneered, and said disdainfully, "Something to coax children."
"Then you want to try?"
"Do not."
Ji Sheng persevered: "Let's try it."
He was too noisy, Xie Xuanming lowered his face and stared at him expressionlessly.
Xie Xuanming's eyes were dark, and when he stared at people motionlessly, there was a creepy feeling of gloom. The people he looked at were prone to shudder, and shifted their eyes with guilt.
But today, that convention is invalid.
Ji Sheng grabbed the phone, and the recording pause sign on the screen caught his attention.
His eyes were shining, and he was eager to try.
Xie Xuanming looked away and nodded reluctantly.
Ji Sheng's face brightened, and he pressed the play button excitedly.
"what--!!!!"
The hoarse roar pierced the air, and instantly fixed the careless Xie Xuanming on the head of the bed.
His neck was stiff, and he lowered his head slowly to see the recording name clearly on the phone screen.
[Schubert Lullaby.remix.21st Century Heavy Metal Rock.]
[feat. The drummer who forcibly smokes his voice.]
The wild beat of a tornado destroying a parking lot sweeps through the entire bedroom, the glass vibrates and the clock buzzes, and everything in the room (except Ji Sheng) is eager to scramble to escape through the door.
When the song ended, Ji Sheng couldn't wait: "How?"
Xie Xuanming remained silent as if he had been baptized by Satan.
Ji Sheng continued to look forward to it.
After a dead silence, Xie Xuanming said solemnly:
"You talk so much, just to show me this underworld thing..."
"... Does it work? I think it's quite hypnotic."
Xie Xuanming spoke every word clearly: "Get out."
"I recorded for two hours..."
"Get-out-go-"
Ji Sheng and him looked at each other for two seconds, got up obediently, and went out.
He couldn't sleep on the small sofa again today.
On the second day, Ji Sheng went to the live broadcast with dark circles under his eyes.
He didn't sleep well all night, and finally figured out that Xie Xuanming is too uncertain, pinning his hopes on him is like raising a beagle and expecting him to cook three dishes and one soup...
Ji Sheng gave a lifeless warning, to develop in multiple ways, to take the initiative to attack...
Su Jing entered the door and saw that he looked tired, so he asked casually, "Did you sleep well?"
Thinking of something, he continued angrily: "Pretend I didn't ask."
Ji Sheng didn't have the heart to refute, he moved forward and asked, "Brother Su, do you have the contact information of Senior Sheng Kongzhi?"
"It used to be, but it was deleted because of some incidents. Why are you asking this?"
"Actually..." Ji Sheng said, "I'm his fan. Senior Sheng Kongzhi is my mentor in playing the band..."
"Really?" Su Jing opened her eyes wide, "Then you and Xie Xuanming..."
He paused: "I used to say bad things about Sheng Kong in front of you..."
"It's all right." Ji Sheng circled over with a haha, "I only like listening to his songs, it doesn't matter what else..."
Su Jing looked embarrassed: "His song is not very good..."
Ji Sheng thought, I think so too, but continued to haha: "Well, it's okay, everyone has different tastes, I understand..."
In recent days, Nirvana has not rehearsed, and Ji Sheng went straight back to the villa after finishing the live broadcast schedule. Xie Xuanming came back later than him, usually two or three hours later.
But today, when Ji Sheng entered the door and turned on the light, he was startled by a black shadow on the sofa.
"Senior, why did you come back so early today?" Ji Sheng asked unexpectedly.
"Come here." Xie Xuanming said in a deep voice without answering.
Ji Sheng took off his shoes and was keenly aware that Xie Xuanming's mood was not right... But experience told him that it's best not to approach Xie Xuanming when he is in a bad mood.
Ji Sheng hesitated, but didn't step forward.
The act of resistance angered Xie Xuanming, he stood up suddenly from the sofa, strode over and grabbed Ji Sheng's arm, and dragged him to the basement.
Ji Sheng glimpsed the downward stairs in the villa a few times, but never knew what was behind the closed door.
In the process of being pulled, he looked up and saw Xie Xuanming's gloomy expression, and all kinds of horrific events like basement murders, ogres, and imprisonment suddenly popped up in his mind.
Ji Sheng struggled reflexively, but Xie Xuanming's hands were like iron tongs, tightly gripping his wrist, no matter how he tried to break free, it was useless.
Ji Sheng was dragged all the way to the basement, Xie Xuanming dragged him with one hand, and slapped the switch on the wall with the other.
Snapped.
The sudden brightness caused Ji Sheng to close his eyes, and when he opened them again, he was shocked to find that in front of him was not a small black room, but an empty room with a drum set in the center.
Before Ji Sheng could understand what kind of drum set Xie Xuanming, a singer who turned into an actor, was playing at home, Xie Xuanming let go of him, took something from the wall, and threw it over.
Ji Sheng caught it and lowered his head to confirm.
A pair of drumsticks.
He stared blankly at the drumstick, and became even more confused.
Xie Xuanming's deep voice came from the side: "Are you a fan of Sheng Kongzhi?"
The sound was like an explosion, and Ji Sheng raised his head suddenly.
Xie Xuanming's expression was unclear: "Because Sheng Kongzhi started playing in a band... You didn't talk like that before."
Ji Sheng's mind buzzed, and he was about to take out the gold medal for avoiding death: "I lost..."
"Amnesia can make people become fans of celebrities they didn't know before?" Xie Xuanming smiled, "It's really interesting."
Ji Sheng's mind was confused, he didn't know why Xie Xuanming knew the content of his conversation with Su Jing, and he didn't expect Ji Hui to tell Xie Xuanming that he didn't know Sheng Kongzhi...
Xie Xuanming saw the change in his expression, and sneered: "Forty basic skills of military drums, will you?"
He suddenly mentioned the basic skills of drummers. Ji Sheng didn't understand what he meant, but he still nodded.
Xie Xuanming raised his chin at the rack drum: "Sit down."
Ji Sheng hesitated, adjusted the seat in front of the drum set, and sat down.
Xie Xuanming watched him finish the adjustment with a gloomy expression, and said, "Let's play, there are forty basic skills of snare drums, and don't stop before I speak."
The drums in the basement kept beating, and the dull and fast drumbeats kept hitting the walls.
After nearly three hours of repeated beating, Ji Sheng was exhausted. His clothes, hair and eyelashes were all wet with sweat, and the fog blocked his vision.
It was the forty basic skills of the snare drum again, and when the last drumbeat fell, Ji Sheng paused for two seconds before he could wait for the rest.
He gritted his teeth and raised his hand, and the drumstick fell again.
Xie Xuanming didn't call to stop, so Ji Sheng had to keep fighting. He is Xie Xuanming's stand-in lover at home. His self-esteem and personality have completely disappeared in front of money and power.
Although Ji Sheng is very skeptical, Xie Xuanming's way of beating drums non-stop now has gone beyond the scope of sex/trading, and has reached the level of crime of labor abuse.
Ji Sheng mechanically beat the drum, his physical strength was overdrawn, and in his confused consciousness, exhaustion and anger continued to accumulate.
Gradually, the more he beat, the more he collapsed, and the more he collapsed, the harder he exerted himself.
In the end, Ji Sheng squeezed the last bit of physical energy out of his body like masochistic, and poured out his emotions to the beat of the drum with all his strength.
Boom!
The drumbeat of the end, mixed with dissonant noises.
Snapped!
The sound of light objects falling to the ground appeared one step later.
Ji Sheng covered his abdomen and bent over, taking a big breath of fresh air.
At his feet, a drumstick was bent like a dead branch, with sharp wood filaments exposed from the crack, and the other intact drumstick rolled out a long way and stopped at Xie Xuanming's feet.
Xie Xuanming folded his arms in confusion, watching the young man who was covering his stomach struggle to straighten up.
The tip of his nose, ear bones and thin lips were covered with abnormal flushing. Sweat dripped from his hair, pressed his eyelashes down and then sank into his eye sockets, and finally rolled out from his eyelids, leaving meandering water marks on the mole of tears.
The young man raised his eyes against the steam, his clear and sharp eyes pierced through his distressed appearance, and stabbed at Xie Xuanming angrily.
He spoke with a hoarse voice but mocked: "Xie Yingdi, are you so angry because of deception, or are you so angry that even a double likes Sheng Kongzhi more than you?"
The author has something to say:
Ah, our Ah Xie is really cloudy and uncertain